More songs by Skye Newman
Description
Smoking on the sidelines of a relationship is an unsafe activity. Especially when the fire has almost burned out, but the smoke still stings your eyes. It feels like you want to turn back, but behind you are only strangers, shared arguments, and the eternal "sorry for your mistakes." Once, this chaos seemed like passion, but now it's just the background noise of a loud bar where a song about "we could have" is playing too loudly. It's all kind of real, just without oxygen. And you stand in the middle of this smoke - you're alive, but you're not warming up anymore.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Stoned, it used to make it better now it don't
Callin' but you won't pick up the phone
I'm tired of tryna fix it all alone
Low, I can barely see it through the smoke
Kick me out the car without a coat
Maybe I should do this on my own
Here we are again
Drownin' in the deep end
I thought we made amends
I always say sorry for your sins
Fuck you and your friends
With me, you're a different man
They will never understand
I always say sorry for your sin
I don't understand why you can't understand
Why your actions send me racin' 'round the bend
Maybe your intention isn't to condescend me
But you offend me
It only took us four weeks and we're arguin'
Think we got addicted to the adrenaline
You wanted a woman, but I wasn't feminine enough
Am I too tough?
Here we are again
Drownin' in the deep end
I thought we made amend
I always say sorry for your sins
Fuck you and your friends
With me, you're a different man
They will never understand
I always say sorry for your sins
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
Used to make it better, now it, make it better, now it don't
(Oh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, ooh)
Here we are again, fuck you and your friends
I always say sorry for your sins